Iubita ~ Gheorghe Tomozei

Parfum friabil,
miere incinerata-
ce pret mai ai, frumoaso,
la bursa mirodeniilor?

Mai dulce
ca pulpa ninsorii,
firida
cu melancolii destupate
ti-am scris
un hambar de scrisori.

Sub chipul tau
am mers de am stat,
ruina a parfumelor,
cimitir de pauni,
moara de frunze.

Aud zgomotul pe care-l produci
desurubandu-te din castitate,

Cand esti departe,
aud cum ma cotrobaie cenusa,
aud
cum imbatranesc…

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